By Faith, Not Sight
We are guileless lunatics
living unwitting burlesque.
We tie our shoes, we blow our nose,
we shout “Hail fellow! Well met!”
We walk tightropes, balance with hope,
forget that death is our net.
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lunatics
howling at the moon
tightrope walkers
who never look down
— great poem mike
“living unwitting burlesque” really hit home. And that “death is our net” — wonderful. Nice rhymes happening in a very fine poem.
Lovely. Concise and sharp, with interesting sonics.
Amen
Thank you all for your kind comments!